Nice night for a walk, eh?
Terminator stops right in front of them.
(without inflec- tion)
Nice night for a walk.
They surround him, all swagger and malign good humor.
Washday tomorrow, huh? Nothing clean, right?
Terminator eyes them without expression, unhurried. Reptilian.
Nothing clean. Right.
Hey, I think this guy's a couple cans short of a six-pack.
Terminator turn to the second punk, ignoring the others.
Your clothes. Give them to me.
The punks exchange glances, dismayed.
Fuck you, asshole.